It's cold and windy outside today, but I resolved early this morning that I have GOT to get out of this funk I feel stuck in most days. Staying inside is just driving me crazy, and with this "arctic blast," as this morning's weather report termed it, moving in to stay for a week I should clearly not be waiting around for anything to change for me.
So I just spent an hour and a half outside during Bean's miraculously long naptime all bundled up but planting things where the mulch wasn't too frozen to scrape aside. I've had several things sitting around in pots outside for a couple of weeks now, so presumably the cold won't bother them. I planted 3 blueberry bushes, 1 climbing rose, even more sweet alyssum, a twisty branched plant called Harry Lauder's walking stick, and a tropical-looking evergreen plant called Japanese aralia. Chores accomplished, but mostly I'm high off fresh air and sunlight right now. Sounds a little corny, I know, but it feels so good to have broken a sweat working outside that I don't care.